Бойцовский клуб
Chapter 6
LikeTylersays,evenasnufflelookspumped.
MyfatherneverwenttocollegesoitwasreallyimportantIgotocollege. Aftercollege,Icalledhimlongdistanceandsaid,nowwhat?
Mydaddidn’tknow.
WhenIgotajobandturnedtwenty-five,longdistance,Isaid,nowwhat? Mydaddidn’tknow,sohesaid,getmarried.
I’mathirty-year-oldboy,andI’mwonderingifanotherwomanisreallytheanswerIneed.
Whathappensatfightclubdoesn’thappeninwords. Someguysneedafighteveryweek. Thisweek,Tylersaysit’sthefirstfiftyguysthroughthedoorandthat’sit. Nomore.
Lastweek,ItappedaguyandheandIgotonthelistforafight. Thisguymust’vehadabadweek,gotbothmyarmsbehindmyheadinafullnelsonandrammedmyfaceintotheconcreteflooruntilmyteethbitopentheinsideofmycheekandmyeyewasswollenshutandwasbleeding, andafterIsaid,stop,Icouldlookdownandtherewasaprintofhalfmyfaceinbloodonthefloor.
Tylerstoodnexttome,bothofuslookingdownatthebigOofmymouthwithbloodallarounditandthelittleslitofmyeyestaringupatusfromthefloor,andTylersays,"Cool."
Ishaketheguy’shandandsay,goodfight.
Thisguy,hesays, "Howaboutnextweek?"
Itrytosmileagainstalltheswelling,andIsay,lookatme. Howaboutnextmonth?
